This weekend was pretty eventful. I dropped Eenan off at school Friday, spent the day cleaning, then we picked him up, ran a few errands and met Noelia and Andy at the movies for Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. IT WAS GOOD!
Goblet of Fire Mini-Review–Read at your own discretion!
I won’t go into detail, so as not to spoil it for anyone, but it was quite different from the book. It was good, of course, but lots of stuff was changed. This is my favorite movie, and book, so far.
The kids loved it. When Voldemort was “brought back”, Eenan sort of hid his face and Jaylen excitedly whispered, “Is that the Dark Lord?!” It was much more “adult” than the other movies (as they said it would be) but the kids did well anyway. During the sad part Eenan cried, and I had a lump in my throat but was blinking back tears since I was supposed to be setting an example and kept telling him, “It’s okay, Baby. Don’t cry. It’s just a movie.”
End of review.
I spent Saturday cleaning (I had this rush of energy and I had every intention of taking advantage). The house was SPOTLESS. Mary and I went to Noelia’s sorority banquet that night, so we were all dressed up and shmansy, as John says. Everyone was in glamorous dresses and tuxes. Noelia got two awards and a gift. She had a good night.
The funniest part of the evening was when one of the catering ladies tried to steal one of Mary’s pineapple upside down cakes. She made two cakes for the evening and another lady had made two. When they served us dessert, they gave us this miniscule excuse for a cake slice, and on a napkin, mind you, no fork. I’m a slow eater but I ate that tiny piece in one bite. I look over to the catering table when I’m done (since it was right next to our table) and notice that the two cakes wrapped in celophane that the other lady brought were intact and still in their celophane. I then notice that a round catering lady was discretely sliding Mary’s other cake over to a roasting pan and set it in there. I kept telling everyone how rude it was that they didn’t even cut the other cakes and then whisper-yell, “Oh my gosh, she’s taking the cake!” Everyone was laughing at my paranoia, but seconds later they too notice that she’s carefully covering the cake with napkins and placing bread loaves on top. She thought she was real slick hiding the roasting pan behind this plastic crate, but I saw everything. 
When I’d had enough I tell Mary, “I’m going to go say something.” She says, “Yes, go!” So I went. I told her I saw that they didn’t use the cake, that my mother-in-law made it and we’d like it back since they weren’t serving it. She pretends she doesn’t understand English and says, “Que?” So I repeat everything in Spanish.
She says, “Oh yes, you can take the cake.” And a waiter hands me one of the cakes covered in celophane.
I say, “No, no. Not those, the one that’s under there,” and I point to the roast pan.
She says, “What cake?”
I point again and I say, “That one, the one you covered with napkins.” She stupidly starts removing the bread loafs and napkins and says, “Oh! I didn’t even know that was there! I was just starting to pack everything away.” She shoves the cake into my hands, I smile curtly and say, “Thank you!”
We couldn’t stop laughing about it later. I told Mary, “Well, you should be flattered that they liked your cake enough to steal it.”
We chilled out all day Sunday. We started the morning by putting Mom’s futon together. Later in the evening, we met up with some of Mario’s co-workers and went to the Mud Pits. I’d never been, neither had John or Mario. It was really cool. A teeny jeep got stuck in the water and had to be pulled out, and this other huge Ford Ranger almost fell sideways into the deep water. We got video of it all. At night, people were throwing themselves into the mud and a guy on an ATV got REALLY stuck. He was covered top-to-bottom in mud and since he had the crowd in the palm of his hands, went with it and just threw himself, back-first into the pool of mud. Crazy. It was a really cool experience. Next time we’ll take the boys. A plus: it’s free!
So that was my weekend. We started a new course at school today: Accounting. It’s okay so far; I thought it was going to be dreadfully boring. I hope I can get Roadrunner to fix the internet–we’ve had no internet at home all weekend.
Tonight we shall go to the mall, to see Gramma and Wal-Mart. My feet hurt just thinking about it.
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. My average for the whole class is a 98…so far that’s the grade I’ve gotten for all my classes!
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. When we got really quiet and were about to fall asleep I yell, “Aha! I know what you were doing! You were whoring yourself on 10th street, weren’t you?! THAT’S how you got $50!” And without missing a beat he snaps his fingers and says, “Dammit! How did you know?!”